Hold her! Hold the baby, the one she has... no, let's not say watched, that sounds bad. The one she has wondered about for months, since she found out about Andi's pregnancy. For a moment, the delight shows absolutely unfeigned on Narcissa's face, and Andromeda is almost forgotten as she reaches out, with great care, to lift the baby out of the pram.

"Merlin..." She looks down at the child, breathing in deep. "She takes after her mother, anyway."

At least, she hopes so. The idea of Andi being a blood traitor is terrible enough. The idea of Andi having a Muggle daughter... unbearable. Even a halfblood would be better - and it's difficult not to want better for such a sweet little baby. She smiles down at Nymphadora, touching the baby's cheek, and then looks up, still smiling.

"And Lucius, I mean... oh, he's head over heels for me, you know. Falling all over himself. And we make a very pretty pair."